Sekai ga Owaru Made wa

Translation:

Until the end of time.. by Wands (Version W)

Walking alone on this windy night..

Amidst the glittering city blitz..

Thoughts of you clouded my mind..

Can’t shake it off, can’t push it away,

Flashbacks of the past.. moments gone..

The night chill bit my skin..

Millions of emotions came rushing in..

overwhelming me..

let me shout this out

Am a hypocrite, please bear with me, don't hate me..

For Spirit's willing, but flesh is weak..

But am striving to be better.

It has always been..It has always been..

To keep on fighting this evil roots inside of me..

Till the end of time..

Maybe you will continue to resent me

That of which I can’t change..and I don’t blame you either.

All I can do, is to tell you..

that love ever grew in my heart toward you,

That feeling of fondness and wanting to be ever so close to you,

it is real and true.

Is this really good bye? Maybe yes, maybe no..

Until the end of time,

Let me cherish this feeling that ever grew in my heart.

And to guard it forever.

Till the end of time..

Forever loving you..

Loneliness... of someone I know

The loneliness of the Christian results from his walk with God in an ungodly world, a walk that must often take him away from the fellowship of good Christians as well as from that of the unregenerate world. His God-given instincts cry out for companionship with others of his kind, others who can understand his longings, his aspirations, his absorption in the love of Christ; and because within his circle of friends there are so few who share his inner experiences he is forced to walk alone.

The unsatisfied longings of the prophets for human understanding caused them to cry out in their complaint, and even our Lord Himself suffered in the same way.

The man [or woman] who has passed on into the divine Presence in actual inner experience will not find many who understand him. He finds few who care to talk about that which is the supreme object of his interest, so he is often silent and preoccupied in the midst of noisy religious shoptalk. For this he earns the reputation of being dull and over-serious, so he is avoided and the gulf between him and society widens.

He searches for friends upon whose garments he can detect the smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces, and finding few or none he, like Mary of old, keeps these things in his heart.

It is this very loneliness that throws him back upon God. His inability to find human companionship drives him to seek in God what he can find nowhere else."

Sister

Look at her travel blog at www.caribou-in-mizzou09.blogspot.com

Ducati

Yogya town..

Bakpiah type 25 Factory in Yogyakarta - the making

Yogyakarta town is famous for their Bakpiahs or green bean cakes.

Those green stuffs are the fillings for the bakpiah cake - green bean paste. They also store up the skins of these green beans to be made into the fleshy outer layer.

They come in 3 flavors: Choc, Cheese and greenbean.

There are several brands of the bakpiah over there.. but i guess the best one is Bakpiah type 75.
Those cakes are then baked in the oven until they are golden brown, crispy, hot and gives out wonderful smell..

Tried some of those samples.. fresh from the oven. Taste heavenly!

Attributes of a king - Sultan of Kraton

Relics in Kraton and their representations of the attributes of a King / Sultan

1) Angsa (swan) - Waspada alias Prudent

2) Rusa (Antelope) - Bijaksana alias Wisdom

3) Ayam Jago (Rooster) - Pemberani alias Bravery

4) Merak (Peacock) - Wibawa alias Dignified

5) - Daya tarik alias Charisma

6) Sapu Tangan - Suci alias Holiness

7) - Tanggung Jawab (Responsibility)

8) Lampu - Penerang (Light bearer)

I see and I observe that generally, Yogyakartans (and particularly the servants and guards in the Kraton palace - Most of them of old age, serving in the palace in the past) are fairly refined people in the way they uphold their values and moral system, their way of speech in striving their best to be tactful, polite and not wasting words.. Their natural friendliness and their strong sense of "gotong-royong" and their artistic sense as seen from their unique Batik works, Silver works and paintings.

Never do I see any beggars begging on the streets as we see in Jakarta..

They hold a sense of pride of their culture and kingdom and simple and contented way of life... Most of the commoners on the streets can actually tell you the history of their kingdom, the kings and folktales that the murals and temples represents...

Yogyakarta is truly a heritage to be preserved ..

Kraton Palace

Parang Tritis Beach part II

They call it "undur-undur" because they move backwards...

I actually tried chewing one of those... and vomit it out straightway...

Its actually soft in texture and saltish...but the sight of its "many legs' disgusted me...

Horrible















Seafood dinner by the sunset ... You actually choose your live catch fresh from the market there and request for it to be cooked any way you like it...

Price is terribly cheap as well..

You can ride a horse-wagon along the seaside too...

Parang Tritis Beach

My tourguide - knows particularly everything
I need to know about Yogyakarta.

Candi in Prambanan

This place is 60% destroyed in the last earthquake....

A "shotgun" trip to Yogyakarta

Took a shotgun trip to Yogyakarta 48 hrs ago...

Boarded a last minute train, Tak Saka to that "paradise city" sung about in many Indonesian folk songs..

The journey took 9 hrs (its painless if u took the overnight ride :-) )

Upon reaching the Tugu train station, a whiff of "kampong" sweet air welcomes me... It was 6AM when I reached the neat town.

Candi Borobudur - The view from the top is magnificent...

Though some parts are stolen, others wearied by wear n tear, its still v beautiful.